it was the only place the great blind giant could not crush, and for such a small reason

he plunged through the gates
the end of our town, our lives
stopped by a whisper

tuesday teeters over the coattails of staggering tom

tip top hat to you
do tell me have you the time
today is turvy

a perplexing purpose

like a bottlecap
clinging tightly to its home
made to bend away

the progeny of a moving conception

forget those blankets
the air will be your cover,
red-born sleeping one

selling wings for words

soaring higher still
laid open all to eye, yet
could not share so far

he was determined to bring the brightest light into the darkest room

hear those thunderous
pitfalls and repetitions
echos precede source

preparing meals by moonlight

charcoal resting wood
attend and what sharply to
put open after

the rush of love or cunning brew

finger-folded hands
below face storm-eyed vigor
roll the restless free

daywake worth

awake song morning
blink blink shine up comfort eyes
forward over through

the restless winter bear

if hibernation
were not a dream but struggle
it would know my name